Holiday Series.

As I walked
Through the attic
Searching for our Christmas decorations
I spy the box
That I'd set
In a dusty corner
Almost a year ago. As
My hand brushes over
The strings of lights,
Colorful ornaments and
A golden angel
To adorn the
Top of the tree
And memories flowed through me
Of candles burning bright, the
Warm glow of the fireplace and
Sparkle of festively decorated
Presents and tree;
In that moment
That night of nights,
The holiests of nights,
All my Christmas dreams,
Which have been reawakened,
Are real.
For you
Are here with me;
I feel your fingertips
Caress my cheek and the
Warm, firm, masculine mouth
Of my husband, lover and friend
Pressed against mine as it
Begins to snow.